Originally posted by Maverick 
Gee it must be terrible to be unable to face life sober. I feel sorry for those unable to hack it on thier own.  
 
 Goose lived and loved witha beer in his hand, and loved. HE LOVED!
GOOSE
   This is not good!...(Rising panic) 
   We're low! Don't be a drunk Mav!      
   Maverick is pinned to the instrument panel by centrifugal 
   force, desperately tries to reach back for the ejection 
   lever--but is falling short by about a foot.   
         MAVERICK
   I'm pinned to the panel. And I'm drunk.   
         GOOSE
   Time to go.   
         MAVERICK
   I can't eject. I can't face life sober either, BELCH.      
   The plane is spinning ever faster, out of control. He drops 
   the gear. Still spins. Goose is closer to center of spin--G 
   forces are less. He reaches behind him for the eject handle, 
   starts the eject sequence.   
         GOOSE
   3000 feet. I'll do it.   
         MAVERICK
   Go ahead. I can't reach. 2000 feet! Wait, I got my Pabst, all is good.
AHHYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE. 
You killed Goose Mav, you bastard.
